My Mother Locked the Gate on Me

12:19, Bill Rusk was standing at the receiving bay with two techs, three coolers, and a marker stain across his chin because he’d uncapped it with his teeth.

At 12:26, the first units crossed St. Adrian’s loading dock.

At 12:31, the OR got what it needed.

I watched the elevator doors close on the cooler and felt my knees realize they’d been holding me continue reading …